Miss Spelled
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Authors Note:
I originally planned this to be a stand alone story but as I finished it,
I feel like I could take it further. I would love to hear suggestions
from any readers as to how I should do this as well as the usual
constructive criticism.
Love Sophie x
Miss-Spelled
"We ready to go then Richie?" I asked.
"Sure am Phil, let's go," Richie replied.
The two of us were on our to our friend Craig's 25th birthday party, a
fancy dress one to be precise. Neither of us were particularly close
friends of Craig but he was one of those guys that everybody knew and
everybody liked. He had hired a huge function room that would hold 250
people and you could guarantee that it would be filled. You couldn't beat
one of Craig's parties and this one promised to be up there with the best
of them.
Richie and I looked awesome in our Ghostbuster costumes, even if we
thought so ourselves. Shame there was only two of us, we tried to get
others to make up the four but nobody fancied it.
What was the reason behind this? Richie was.
Richie had been my best friend for years, ever since the first year of
senior school (the British equivalent of High School). During that time
he'd spent most of it dating the same girl. Becca. Now some would
describe Becca as the perfect girl. She was beautiful in an effortless
kind of way. Long blonde hair, blue eyes and a body that was so in
proportion to her 5`4 height it was awesome. On top of that she was
intelligent and such a lovely girl. Nothing stuck up about her and if she
could help anybody at all, she would.
So what went wrong? Richie started taking her for granted, stopped
appreciating her. She told me when she eventually broke up with him a
year ago that she wasn't even sure if he remotely liked her anymore.
That was when Richie's popularity went downhill. He couldn't get over her
and whenever he had a few drinks he'd start stalking her. She had already
blocked his phone number and his Facebook so he'd start ringing her
doorbell at all hours of the night. With us all having the same circle of
friends it'd be guaranteed that they'd end up on the same nights out and
at the same parties where he'd corner her and not leave her alone. As a
result, everybody was losing patience and sympathy with him, less and
less wanted to have anything to do with him. Thus the reason we were down
to two Ghostbusters instead of the usual four.
"Right Richie, you know Becca is going to be there tonight don't you?" I
asked.
"Yes, and I know, I have to leave her alone."
"Seriously, last time you nearly got us both beaten up. There's going to
be plenty of people there so there is no reason at all that you need to
even go anywhere near her," I dictated.
"Yes Phil, I fucking know, just leave it alright?" Richie was sick of me
making this same speech to him.
Well if he ever listened to me I wouldn't have to keep repeating myself,
would I?
We arrived at the venue and the party was already in full swing, people
in all kinds of costumes, from superheroes, to pop stars, to zombies and
vampires. Everybody looked awesome.
We got to the bar when Richie tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey Phil, there she is," he said whilst pointing across the room. No
prizes for guessing who he had seen.
Becca was with her two best friends, Sarah and Kayleigh. The three of
them were dressed like Greek goddesses. Long white dresses, delicate head
pieces and jewellery, and hair curling over one shoulder. Sarah was
brunette, Kayleigh a red head and both almost as good looking as Becca.
It wasn't hard to see why they were the popular girls.
"Mate, leave them alone," I pleaded. "You know the three of them hate
your guts".
"I know, I know. I just wish I hadn't fucked things up."
The party was fantastic, everyone was having a good time and best of all,
Richie had stayed well away from Becca. Maybe he was starting get his
head sorted.
"Wait here Phil, I'm just going for a slash," Richie said before
wandering off.
I turned back around to the bar hoping to get served sometime soon. The
problem with so many people being here? It took ages for the minimal bar
staff to get around everyone. I was just about to make my order when I
heard it.
"WILL YOU JUST FUCK OFF, YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE!"It was Becca, and I
knew exactly who she was yelling at. Straight away, I way found myself
running in the direction of the screaming. It took me longer than I'd
hoped, they'd already built up an audience.
"RUINING YOUR LIFE? I AM YOUR LIFE," Richie yelled back.
"YOU FUCKING WELL ARE NOT, YOU ARE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE."
I got there just as Richie raised his hand to slap her. I grabbed his arm
just in time.
"Come on Richie, we're going," I stated sternly.
"No we're not, I haven't finished with this little bitch yet," he slurred
aggressively. I had never seen him like this before. I quickly got him
into a headlock and started dragging him out.
"YOU FUCKING STAY AWAY FROM ME RICHIE SIMPSON, YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME OR I
SWEAR YOU WILL FUCKING REGRET IT. YOU COME NEAR ME AGAIN AND YOU WILL
NEVER HARASS ANY GIRL EVER AGAIN" Becca had lost it. Not surprisingly but
I had never seen her in a state like this.
I got Richie outside. "Whose fucking side are you on?" he slurred, I
can't believe I hadn't noticed before how drunk he had got.
"Me? I'm on the not-hitting-girl-because-they-don't-want-to-be-your-
girlfriend side," I said back.
"Fuck you."
"Fuck me? I'm the one friend you have left. I'm the one who's been trying
to convince everyone not to ditch you. Trying to convince them that
you'll soon snap out of it. Well fuck you. Fuck off before I beat the
shit out of you myself." I had ran out of patience and was happy to see
him turn round and stagger away.
I walked back into the venue, looking for Becca I wanted to make sure she
was ok. I saw her ahead of me facing the other way.
"Hey Becca..." I started.
"I WARNED YOU TO FUCK OFF..." she yelled as she turned round and grabbed
my wrist. I felt a jolt, almost like an electric shock.
"Oh shit. Phil. I thought you were Richie. You're dressed the same and in
this light..." She looked absoloutely horrified.
"Quick, lets go outside, I've fucked up majorly."
"What are you talking about?" I asked. I was confused.
"Outside, I need to explain before it starts."
We got sat down on a bench outside.
"Right Phil, the quick version. I've put a spell on you that was meant
for Richie. Me, Kayleigh and Sarah have been working on a spell for
changing reality that we found in an old book ages ago. It was to turn
Richie into a girl and that reality would change so that everyone except
for the three of us and Richie would think that he had always been a
girl. I am so, so, sorry."
I was about to start laughing at her when I noticed that her headpiece
had turned from gold to a pale blue hair band. Not only that but her
dress was changing from white to blue also.
"Are you sure, you've done this right Becca, because you're the one
changing, not me."
"Well reality is changing so you aren't the only one who's going to
change to some degree," she replied whilst inspecting thechanges to
herself.
Her changes carried on. Her now blue dress started filling out into a
huge ball gown, with layers of petticoats and puffy sleeves.
Pale blue opera length gloves appeared and her hair rearranged itself
into an elaborate updo.
"I'm Cinderella, in this reality I've come here as Cinderella!" Becca
stated.
I didn't want to believe what was happening. I didn't believe in magic
but clearly magic was at work here. Thankfully, I hadn't changed at all.
At this point, Kayleigh and Sarah had come running outside. They had both
changed. Kayleigh's hair was now hanging loose and she was wearing a pink
and white ball gown with huge puffy sleeves, she now looked like a real
life version of Ariel from the Little Mermaid whilst Sarah had a red bow
in her chocolate brown hair and was wearing Snow White's signature dress.
"Why the fuck are we Disney princesses now?" shouted Kayleigh, struggling
to move quickly amongst all the petticoats before she looked at me. Her
jaw suddenly dropped.
I could feel why, I was shrinking and losing mass by the second. It
didn't hurt but it didn't half feel weird. Then I could feel a weight
building on my chest and my backside. I tried to hold it all back with my
now slim and elegant hands and fingers but to no avail, especially when
the pinch in my waist dristracted me and I realised I had lost inches and
it was now wasp-like. A strange feelingin my scalp occurred when suddenly
long locks of deep brown hair tumbled into my vision and all down my
back. Finally, and emptyness betweenmy legs appeared and I knew what I
had lost.
I was a girl. A girl in a too large Ghostbusters boiler suit.
Sarah piped up. "Why is Phil now a girl, and why has that turned us three
into disney princesses?"
Becca was now in tears. "It was a mistake, I thought he was Richie and I
used the spell on him."
"Oh my god, Phil." Kayleigh hugged me tight "This was never meant for
you."
It was at this point the changes continued. I could feel something going
on with my hair, it had been put partly up, but I still had a fringe in
my face and the rest of it was flowing in curls down my right shoulder. I
felt something on my face and round my eyes which I assumed was make up.
The sleeves seperated from my boiler suit to cover my hands and arms
which then formed into gloves and turned bright yellow. The legs fused
together before suddenly flaring out into a huge skirt supported by
layers of petticoats. It was an even bigger skirt than what
Becca/Cinderella or Kayleigh/Ariel had and was covered in ruffles and
ribbons. This also turned bright yellow. I thought it was all over when
the rest formed into an off the shoulder dress with a yellow rose resting
just where "my" breasts were when I was lifted up onto the balls of my
feet. I assumed I now had heels on.
"You're Belle!" exclaimed Sarah. "You're beautiful."
"So in this reality, the four of us must be friends and we've decided to
come tonight as princesses instead of Greek goddesses" mused Kayleigh.
"Forget about that," I shrieked. "How are you going to turn me back?"
"I don't think we can," said Becca. She looked like she felt horrible.
"When we first decided on the spells effects and stored it, the book we
got it from suddenly disintegrated. That's why we were pretty sure it
would work."
Sarah, the ever practical one said, "I think we need to find out who Phil
is now, where he, I mean she, lives now, take her home and try and figure
out where we all stand in this new reality.
It was at this point I realised I had a yellow purse in my right hand. I
opened it up and found a driving license. Instead of Philip Jameson I was
now Sophie Jameson. Same date of birth but instead of living with my
parents, I now lived in one of the luxury flats across town.
"Let`s call a taxi," said Kayleigh. "I don't fancy walking that far in
this get up." I had to concur.
While we were waiting for the taxi, something was bothering me, mostly
that this wasn't bothering me anywhere near as much as it should. I was
an entirely different person now, yet I felt fine.
The taxi arrived and I actually giggled at the situation of four of us in
ridiculously sized ball gown skirts trying to fit in a regular taxi. When
we all got in, the skirts had puffed up that much that you couldn't see
anything of us from the neck down.
During the journey I heard a phone ringing from my purse. A Rhianna song
as the ringtone. I sighed, I hated Rhianna. When I looked at the caller
ID, it was Richie. I really didn't want to talk to him and why he'd want
to talk to the new me, I don't know. Probably since I'm now one of
Becca's friends, to try and use me to get back in her good books. I
cancelled the call.
My phone rang six more times on the journey before I got to my "home". In
the end I turned my phone off.
Upon entering the flat we found several clues as to who I was now. Most
notably, several dressmakers dummies with dresses in various states of
production. It appeared that I was a dress maker. I wondered if I had
made the dresses that the four of us were now wearing.
First things first though, I needed to find a mirror. I still didn't know
what I looked like.
I found one in my bedroom which was all very girly. A double bed with a
canopy of pink netting. The place was covered in cushions and stuffed
toys. I really felt the need to pick one up and cuddle it but I resisted.
I looked just like what my sister would have done, if I'd had one. I was
just admiring myself when I heard Becca shout from my living room.
"Phil, Sophie, whatever... You really need to see this."
I walked in and saw what she was looking at. A huge canvas with a photo
printed on it. There was the new me, cuddling and smiling with who looked
to be a boyfriend.
It was Richie. My heart sank.
"At least I don't have to worry about him bothering me anymore," Becca
stated.
Thanks for that Becca.
Kaylin
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